Showing posts tagged with “feelings”

Vimes pretending not to understand Vetinari will never not be funny.

Vetinari pushed open the double doors. ’ Voila,’ he said.

'That's some kind of musical instrument, isn't it, sir?'

'No, Commander, the word means What is that in the table?,' said the Patrician sharply.

These two.

In which my brain plays cruel tricks on me

Do you ever have those moments when, despite knowing and having decided that you are completely over someone, that you have been for years, a sudden turn of the head or glimpse of a pattern on a scarf is enough to send your body into panic mode? Not remembering forgotten attractions, or realising that you aren’t as over someone as you thought, but actual sheer, utter terror as you realise that not only have you forced yourself to get over your feelings, but forced your brain to replace them with something else?

I had a strange experience today, while walking through the double automatic doors of the library - as I reached the second set, I saw an incredibly familiar posture, a profile I’d mooned over a million times before, eyes and a an expression I hated so much I could swear I would recognise it anywhere. I did a sort of double take while walking, and immediately my brain went into overdrive - I really, really didn’t want to talk, had he seen me, would I have to talk seeing as we weren’t on the best of terms, would it be rude to just nod, seeing as we weren’t on the worst of terms either, could I pretend I hadn’t seen him, could I just turn round and double back or should I veer off to one side, keeping it casual, just casual? I swear it was fight-or-flight mode to the point of physical nausea.

The second set of doors opened. It wasn’t him. It was someone about a decade older and balding.

If this is a psychological sign I’m damned if I know what it is.

60thparallelsouth:

and what a ride it was

♫ Things…can only get… ♪

On another occasion, Tony called me on a Sunday evening to say he had just completed a three-hour meeting with Gordon. I asked what on earth they could have to talk about for three hours. In response, he asked if I had ever been in love. “Not with a man,” I replied.

—Jonathan Powell, Blair’s former advisor

caledonianmafia:

this is one of my favourite parts in the whole series

**wibble**

caledonianmafia:

this is one of my favourite parts in the whole series

**wibble**

This picture gives me many feels. Also, heh, the tablet directly behind him…

Every now and then, perhaps more often than I should, I get ridiculously introspective/maudlin about the point of life, death, and how our very existance seems so fragile and transitory. When you don’t believe in an afterlife, the idea of being conscious for a brief flicker in time, then going back to not existing seems like a cruel and pointless joke. Then I see photos like this, and to have experienced a world that has such beauty in it, however briefly, doesn’t seem so bad at all…

Every now and then, perhaps more often than I should, I get ridiculously introspective/maudlin about the point of life, death, and how our very existance seems so fragile and transitory. When you don’t believe in an afterlife, the idea of being conscious for a brief flicker in time, then going back to not existing seems like a cruel and pointless joke. Then I see photos like this, and to have experienced a world that has such beauty in it, however briefly, doesn’t seem so bad at all…

(Source: theenchantedcove)

enednoviel:

“Ensanguining the skies
How heavily it dies
Into the west away;
Past touch and sight and sound
Not further to be found
How hopeless under ground
Falls the remorseful day.

A.E. Housman

Tears. Perfect piece of television.

amyofdoom:

Wuvvies

Oh, Lewis. So many Lewis/Morse feels, nowhere to put them…

amyofdoom:

Wuvvies


Oh, Lewis. So many Lewis/Morse feels, nowhere to put them…